Lo mío se va perdiendo - Illapu

Se están viniendo mis penas

Por el cielo de mi pueblo

En su fiesta menos canto

Esta Luna es mi condena (bis)

Se esta muriendo la noche

No esta el pastor que la cuida

Andan solitas las llamas

Se despide la Vicuña (bis)

Lo mío se va perdiendo

Todo se lo lleva el viento

Mi raza, mi canto, la chacra

Y del pueblo su sentimiento

Se están juntando los viejos

Desde Chiapa y hasta Putre

Defendiendo sus comunas

Del tiempo que les margina (bis)

Lo mío se va perdiendo

Todo se lo lleva el viento

Mi raza, mi canto, la chacra

Y del pueblo su sentimiento

my sorrows are coming

Through the sky of my town

At your party I sing less

This Moon is my sentence (bis)

the night is dying

The shepherd who takes care of her is not there

The flames walk alone

Vicuña says goodbye (bis)

mine is getting lost

Everything is carried by the wind

My race, my song, the farm

And of the people their feeling

The old ones are getting together

From Chiapa and to Putre

Defending their communes

Of the time that marginalizes them (bis)

mine is getting lost

Everything is carried by the wind

My race, my song, the farm

And of the people their feeling